From the dominant secret party to the hidden orthodoxy, the power of the half-breed has recorded many legendary words and spirits that can destroy the world----

"Candle Dragon",

"Return to the Ruins",

"Shiva Dance". Among them are the dragon flame that is enough to burn the river and boil the sea, the abyss of ten thousand waters that swallows and swallows all the waters, and the dance of destruction danced by the destructive god Shiva.

But because the Silver Throne has long been crucified by the Black Emperor in the Far North Cemetery, no human has ever seen it with his own eyes

"The end of the soul". In a world that could not keep up with human reactions, a white field of light spread rapidly to the surroundings, and the white light was filled with the meaning of emptiness.

It was not a simple light, and even with the reaction of the soul, the speed at which the light spread was difficult to keep up.

The surging glimmer is the death of the angel under the command of the gods, the mercy of the unconscious death. But if the rejection of the silence that comes with mercy means rebellion, and God will not have mercy on the rebels.

The end of the Heavenly Cloud turned into a scepter against the black beast's chest, and Chen Mo watched indifferently as it froze in mid-air only one step away from him.

Then, a wail came from the deepest part of hell. The voice was terrifying, as if the thousand-year-old devil had been thrown back into the grave where he had slept for a thousand years, knowing that what had been done was nothing more than God's deliberate laissez-faire desire for him to repent.

The accumulated pain and despair erupted in an instant, enough to turn the saints into demons. The flesh and blood of the black monster cracked inch by inch, soaked in the strange color of gray and white, and then turned bright red, the majestic immortal vitality was hidden in the small flesh and blood, and tried its best to resist the erosion of the spirit of words and spirits, the gray dead silence and the bright red vitality complemented each other, every vein, every cell revealed a cruel beauty in that struggle.

An ethereal air flow rose from Chen Mo's body, it was the wind that condensed to the extreme, transparent crystals grew from the soles of the black beast's feet, and an ethereal tree like a shackle and its body that was still flipped between death and life were accompanied by it, tightly fitting, arms outstretched, legs together, like a sinner waiting for judgment being nailed to a cross.

The deep black water flowed around the two of them like a ribbon, it was the water that gathered into a river, and the ribbon of the black water penetrated through the extremely narrow gap between the cross-shaped ethereal tree and the 'sinner', and wrapped it in all directions into a 'black munmy' with only the head outside.

Wearing a pure white wide-sleeved feather coat, Chen Mo rolled up his sleeves, wrapped his arms around the scepter leaning on his shoulder, and closed his eyes as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate.

No, it would be more accurate to say that she was waiting, waiting for the final effect of 'Divine Silence'. Through the extreme deduction of 'Quan', she approached the one who could start a rebellion

The height of the "White Emperor" was even able to completely suppress the dragon body of this black king, but the reasons for the current situation were more than that.

On the one hand, its 'flesh' and its own 'spirit' are derived from the black and white emperors who have received complete authority in ancient times, and it is also close to greatness, but it is also incomplete due to the changes of a long time, and on the other hand, compared to its own pure self, which completely regards 'flesh and blood' as a vassal, the monster that cannot think through 'instinct' depends on the operation of 'evil spirits'.

In other words, it's not pure enough. In the body of this black monster, there is still a battlefield for the soul, and at this time, humans and evil spirits who have lived for thousands of years are fighting to the death.

'Divine Silence' not only suppressed the activity of its flesh and blood, but also brought earth-shaking changes to that battlefield to some extent, bringing a bit of unknowability to the future.

Its molten red eyes slowly flowed out of red liquid, is it blood? Or is it because of the corpses of the enemies abandoned after the battle?

The terrifying red-eyed boy began to appear with a clear color, and consciousness gradually returned to the body with the ultimate bloodline instead of instinct, and a slender paintbrush sketched a gilt stroke in the thick blood spots of the child's hole.

The countless auras drawn by the blood around her body were still slowly turning, and after a short wait, she opened her eyes, looking at the eyes that were no longer like beasts, and there was no joy or sorrow on her face to see the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

Not the best-case scenario, but not the worst-case scenario either. In the worst-case scenario, the emperor and the evil spirit raised by the king's corpse both disappear, and this black monster does not need to seek the same path as her, 'instinct' is everything that drives it, and 'instinct' will lead it back to the right evolution.

He had to endure the harassment of a mad dragon with opposite power in a Nibelungen that could collapse at any moment.

The best-case scenario naturally refers to the fact that the evil spirit unexpectedly killed the emperor who had been planning for thousands of years, became a drag on his own body, and was tortured and killed by the 'tyranny' when it was difficult to exert his flesh and blood abilities.

"Ying Zheng?" Chen Mo calmly spoke, a trace of anger flashed in the First Emperor's eyes, and he looked at his surroundings for a moment, and nodded silently.

Chen Mo nodded after receiving a response, and just as he was about to speak, his golden eyes froze, and he stretched out his hand from the cuffs of his feather coat.

"Don't do anything superfluous." The unruly wind turned into a shackle of trees that bound freedom, and the tyranny was released again, and countless spikes grew on the ethereal trees, and with a slight high-speed vibration, they broke through the black scales and pierced into them, and the blood flowed down from the surface of the transparent crystal tree, shocking, just like the sinners in Christianity who were sentenced to death by special torture instruments.

A round of matrix blood floating beside him turned from light to dark, turning red to black. Frantic pain poured into the First Emperor's perception along countless wounds.

It was just a warning, and the fleshy injuries looked staggering, and they were just minor injuries that didn't need to be cared about for that body.

What really works is the matrix that mimics the 'lazy' soul of the seven deadly sins, a geometric multiplier that raises the perceived pain of the injured and dulls the senses other than pain.

The scales on the monster's face faded slightly, revealing a fierce face like a knife and an axe, stoic and resolute.

The First Emperor's face twitched slightly in pain, but his voice did not tremble in the slightest, and it was calm and awe-inspiring.

"Feathering." He looked at Chen Mo without the slightest wave: "You are just like Xu Fu told me, the posture of an immortal." "The vastness is like Feng Xu's wind, and I don't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

"I originally thought that all the half-breeds in the world would pursue the detachment of blood, with the ignorance and direct pursuit of the evolution of ignorance like a blind man touching an elephant."

"In this place, which can be counted as a 'second home' in a sense, I have found the same kind of fellow travelers who seek understanding rather than just results, travelers who bow their heads to the highest transcendence and evolution." Chen Mo opened his palm and slowly clenched it into a fist.

"You're doing well, my ..... Fellow. ”